“It’s not technically accurate because the psychos who wrote the book took it out probably, if they’re anywhere as crazy as you are.”
“Temper, temper,” he chides me gently.
“You have to let me go. You can’t keep me.”
“You’re right,” he says. “The goal was never really to kidnap you.”
“Then why did you let me think that was what was happening? Were you just fucking with me? Of course you were. You’re a…”
“Enough with the disrespect, Laura,” he growls. “I understand you are shocked, but I don’t intend to tolerate that mouth giving me anything other than pleasure.”
This man is a famous psychologist. People look up to him. Nobody would ever suspect… but that’s the whole point, isn’t it. People like him hide in plain sight.
As I stare at him with my jaw dropped, he takes full advantage of the moment, and slides his fingers back inside me, one at first, then another, thumb on my clit like he’s claiming my sex. I let out a muted moan, trying to keep myself under control.
“You deserve to be taken care of,” he whispers, running his teeth along the side of my neck. “I tried to stay away from you, butevery time I checked in on you, you were even more beautiful, and in an even more dire situation. You live your life on the verge of absolute disaster in so many ways. Do you know how it felt listening to you fucking that idiot boy? The one who didn’t deserve you? Who never understood how gorgeous you were?”
He’s talking me up while feeling me up. I don’t believe a word that comes out of his mouth. He’s a monster. A complete and absolute fucking villain, and he cannot be trusted. He knows how to use his fingers though. God, he’s so fucking agile with them, and my body responds to him even though I don’t want it to.
“Sick fucking freak.”
I swear at him.
Knowing who he is is scarier in some ways, but also a relief in others. He’s my professor. What a dick.
“You are going to get your bottom spanked,” he warns me, sliding his fingers away.
“You are going to get your tenure revoked,” I tell him.
He laughs. “Do you really think anything you tell anyone will be taken seriously? You have absolutely no proof of any of my involvement, and I can assure you I have very solid alibis when it comes to any accusations you might make.”
“I’m going to bring you down,” I tell him. “I’m going to make damn sure you pay for everything you did. And where the fuck is Dave?”
The room spins as he makes good on his threat and turns me back over his knee.
“I’m glad you know who I am now,” he smirks down at me. I can’t see his face, but I can definitely hear that damn smile. “It’s going to make things that much more interesting having you in my class.”
I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he spanks me right at that moment, and I do nothing besides squeal instead. I know that my aggression is covering for fear, because now that I know who he is, I instinctively know I am in much more danger than I was before. He worked hard to keep his identity secret, and I ripped it off him.
The fear is soon metabolized into pain under his palm as he whips my ass relentlessly, spanking hard and fast until my toes drum on the floor and I squeal at him to show me some kind of mercy.
“Please! Stop! Fuck! This is not going to stop me anyway!”
“You were so close,” he chuckles. “You are going to be so much fun to use.”
His fingers go to my clit and start rubbing my juices into that traitorous little nub. “You’re going to come for me. You’re going to give me everything I want from you, and more. By the time I am done with you, little girl, you’re not going to recognize yourself.”
I am right on the verge of an orgasm I don’t want when he slides me down onto the floor and settles me on my knees between his thighs. He frees his cock and pushes it into my mouth, holding me in place by my hair as I squirm in front of him with a burning ass.
“You’re going to have to start being responsible with this mouth,” he says, fucking my face slowly and deliberately. “Yourwords have the potential to create a real problem for yourself. This is serious now, Laura. You’re not going to have the protection of anonymity anymore. You’re in my inner circle now. You’re my personal little fuck toy.”
I can’t get into more trouble right now than I already am in. The benefit of his cock in my mouth is that I can’t say anything at all. Makes it easier for both of us really.
He uses my mouth until he comes, his semen running over my tongue and down the back of my throat as he tilts my head up to make me swallow.
“Good girl,” he smiles, looking incredibly debonair and devilish at the precise same time.
CHAPTER 8
